Today I referred to my "heart circle" (LTHC) elsewhere, which might imply that the members thereof know of their status. So I am notifying the mutual connections within my LTHC that any mention of "heart circle" by me includes them.
This message is that notice. Of course, what any tribe member means by the LTHC designation depends on their individual experiences. For me, inclusion in my LTHC means that I keenly care about you regardless of shared time and distance and regardless of my mood or manner.
In short, it tells me what to expect from myself and what you, in turn, may anticipate from me. Feel free to ask any questions or to request any clarification. Rest assured your identity is known only to me through the LT website. All the best!
~ Jus Soli
Friday, April 8, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Fool's Reward
Have long suspected that the 4F's of my limbic system consist of beefy Fight, reluctant Flight, excessive Feeding, and crippled "Sexual Behaving." Well, at a meeting last evening the Feeder appeared more subtly than Ego ever had anticipated.
In an effort to ameliorate my more manic public displays, Ego had decided to play cool jazz for easier listening. Meanwhile Sexy Beast observed the sweetness shared by folks around the room then began warming when a friend arrived and enjoyed sitting close.
Not long after, the friend decided to sit less close, which alarmed Sexy Beast...an understandable yet unnecessary response. Within moments Feeder, who had grazed lightly for a half hour or so, answered the alarm by grazing earnestly, prowling for victuals during a phone call, and ceasing only when my ride walked out the door.
Good grief! Nevertheless, suspicion received confirmation as the Mind sifted through actors and events while Consciousness slept and then produced an unexpected reward: joy so exceeded dismay that feeling mortified slides right off my Self. Wow!
Sure, I feel shy...but who with any lick of sense wouldn't feel at least a wee foolish for noshing incessantly amid company. So Ego has decided to let Elan ride.
Right on!
In an effort to ameliorate my more manic public displays, Ego had decided to play cool jazz for easier listening. Meanwhile Sexy Beast observed the sweetness shared by folks around the room then began warming when a friend arrived and enjoyed sitting close.
Not long after, the friend decided to sit less close, which alarmed Sexy Beast...an understandable yet unnecessary response. Within moments Feeder, who had grazed lightly for a half hour or so, answered the alarm by grazing earnestly, prowling for victuals during a phone call, and ceasing only when my ride walked out the door.
Good grief! Nevertheless, suspicion received confirmation as the Mind sifted through actors and events while Consciousness slept and then produced an unexpected reward: joy so exceeded dismay that feeling mortified slides right off my Self. Wow!
Sure, I feel shy...but who with any lick of sense wouldn't feel at least a wee foolish for noshing incessantly amid company. So Ego has decided to let Elan ride.
Right on!
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